He points at her with the trident. "That was seriously unnecessary." His face screws up. "Man, can I just say that's really depressing? The one awesome shot I made, and Hera of all people gets to take the credit."

Percy shifts his grip a little on the trident, getting used to its weight. It's kind of a compromise between where Annabeth placed his hands, when where he'd started off. It feels sort of okay. "...Maybe step back another foot or twelve," he cautions as he starts to move through an old spear-training drill. Things he is not confident about: this.